Yung Joc Picture Perfect Lyrics

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[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
[Joc's Dad] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
[Yung Joc] I hear ya Daddy

[Chorus: x 2]
I'm choppin 24's
Blowin good dro
Yeah, I got plenty Hoes
Life ain't picture perfect
Yeah ya see the ice
And I dress nice
Make 'em look twice
Life ain't picture perfect

Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime
Skatin on two 85's
Wouldn't believe half the **** that's skatin through a *****s mind
745 complimented with leather and wood
Chickens on my **** 'cause a ***** fresh and smellin good
Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck
Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck
Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all
Harder to maintain it all
If you want a perfect picture only god can paint it dog
*****s in these videos with multi-platinum projects
Can't even get credit cards
And they Momma stay in projects
How is that? Scratch my head
Somethin don't seem right
Ya teeth full of ice
So when ya smile I seen lights
Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts
I ain't feelin' to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back
Now try not to get caught up on the way **** looks
'Cause everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook

[Chorus: x 2]

Yeah I'm off in magic city
Trickin them *** and *******
*****es blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it
I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down
But I ain't ****in around 'cause there is too much **** goin around
Like the rims on my pickup
Scared to get my **** sucked
***** run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces from the ****in puzzle
I'm affiliated with *****s who murder, rob and hustle
Plus you think I'm ballin 'cause I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's
I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my ***** steve
***** please, I ain't ****
Cookies and cream
Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream

[Chorus: x 2]

Now half the **** ya doin already been done
And that's why half my *****s dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
*****s trap all night in project hallways
All day long *****s front like stars
On them big *** rims that most than they cars
Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes
But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite
And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend
And this song sound like it from begging to end
Then again it might be me
And I'm tired of the nonsense
Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience

[Chorus: x 2]

[Background:] can't you see? [over and over until it fades out]

Written by: Jasiel Robinson, Elvis Williams
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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